雨果經典名著 鐘樓怪人
DE BULTENAAR of NOTRE-DAME met Lon Chaney
導演： WALLACE WORSLEY
聖母院 巴黎天主大教堂
...a spiritual haven in a brutal age...
...a sanctuary where the persecuted could find protection.
The enduring monument of a Mighty faith.
It was in the broad cathedral square that the people met to celebrate:
The festival of fools...
the one day of the year when the people, crushed by tyranny,
gave themselves to unrestrained pleasure.
Ten years before Columbus discovered America, there dwelt within the rocky fastness of the cathedral...
a creature whom the Parisians of the day knew as "the Hunchback of Notre Dame".
Quasimodo. Lon CHANEY
Deaf, half-blind, shut off from his fellow-men by his deformities
the bells were th eonly voice of his groping soul
To the townspeople he was an inhuman freak,
a monstrous joke of Nature... and for their jeers
he gave them scorn and bitter hate.
His most christian Majesty, Louis XI.
a crafty of his people, whose dungeons were always full,
whose executionerd always busy...
We like not this ribaldry.
It savors of of disrespect the God and King.
And Paris had a uncrowned monarch, Clopin, "The King of the Beggars",
the enemy of Kings.
Dom Claude, the saintly Arch-deacon of Notre Dame.
The Cathedral also sheltered the Arch-deacon's brother, Jehan,
who had foresworn a priest's robes for more worldly garb...
So even you bow your head to my reverend brother!
Ous day is coming, when we'll bow our headthe the man!
That freak is my slave. He will be useful to us.
Esmeralda, a child of mystery, whom Clopin had bought from Gypsies
and raised as his own. PATSY RUTH MILLER
cursed gypsy! Doughter of Satan! Hell take you...
Marie, Queen of of the Gypsies.
The poor, mad creature was once rich and happy...
While she was away...
Her child was never found. She secludes herself in this dark place,
and lives but to curse and pray.
Give her al wback to me, O Lord... if only for a moment.
Give me back my baby!
The festival continued on into the night.
Gringoire, a poet of the street.
The climax of the Festival came when the ugliest man in Paris
was crowned King of the Fools.
Let Esmeralda dance! Call her out!
Clopin's fierce heart burned at the injustice of the world;
but it become tender only to his foster-child.
With the noise of the revelling mob still ringing in his ears,
King Louis tried to find peace in his favorite lodging, the fortress of the Bastille.
Send in that young rascal, Phoebus the Chateaupers.
Phoebus the Chateaupers. Men yielded to his sword and weman to his smile.
This commission makes you Capitain of our Guard.
Yousee how we reward loyalty to the King and watchfulness over his safety.
The home of Madame de Gondelaurier.
Fleur de Lys, fiancee of Captain Phoebus.
Fei! I know your reputation. You would say as much to any maiden.
Madame de Gondelaurier,aunt of Fleur de Lys.
Phoebus, see that pretty goat.
Very pretty... indeed!
Youe company is waiting at the barracks!
TAu revoir!
To Esmeralda, this dashing soldier had long been the Prince Charming of her dreams.
Each time that Jeahn beheld Esmeralda he longed to possess her.
Jean knew the lonely street, where Esmeralda had to pass on her way home.
Tie up this varlet!
Alas, for man's ingratitude!
It is not safe for a pretty child like you to be out alone at this hous!
I am not afraid- now!
The Court of Mirakels, the city of thieves, a hideous blot on the face of Paris,
a sink from whence escaped every morning and to which returned to stagnate every night,
that stream of vice and vagrancy which ever flows through the streets of a capital.
Called The Court of Mirakels, because here the 'blind' saw...
...because here the 'lame' walked...
It was here that Clopin reigned supereme.
At the sign of the 'Pomme d'Eve' [Appel of Eva]
Just a bit of supper, a sip of wine, before we say good-night?
For Phoebus it was just another girl to hold in his arm.
For Esmeralda it was a golden dream come true.
Then it is true, what the fortune-teller told me...
...that I should be wooed by a noble Capitain of the Guards.
It was put about my neck by mother, I scarce remember her.
But I know that so long as I wear it, no harm can befall me.
If mademoisselle will permit men, I shall see her safely on her way.
Those who strayednear the Court of Mirakels were in danger of losing their lives...
Gringoir lost his clothes.
Here is a spy of the aristocrats. We found him at our very threshold.
who are you?
Merely a poet, a singer of sweet songs... by name, Gringoire.
Whatshall we do with this singer of sweet songs?
Hang him! Hang him! That what the aristocrats do to us!
Have you so little misery, the you must create more?
cut him down, I said!
The hunchback, for the attempted crime of kidnapping, had his first taste of the King's justice.
For that, add twenty lashes to his punishments!
Again was a slave to suffer for his master's crime.
...for nocturnal attack and disturbing the peace of His Majesty, our King.
Swift run the sand of life except in the our of pain.
Thus was 'justice' rendered in the reign of King Louis XI!
I thirst!
Cursed gypsy! You should be whipped!
To celebrate the honor conferred by King Louis upon Captain Phoebust,
Madame de Gondelaurier gives a ball.
Where is that young jackanapes, Phoebus?
The ball in honor of my promotion takes place tonight You promised to go with me.
But... my clothes!
I have prepared for that.
In Quasimodo's soul was born a bitter hatred for his betrayer.
Esmeralda! The Captain of the Guards!
Be calm!
Be calm, my lord, and do not stir... This he who is entrapped by her.
An aristocrat has taken our Esmeralda. To the rescue!
Je You are fairer than any lady in France!
Her Highness, Princess of Egypt!
She descends from a line more ancient than that of the Kings of France.
I have a message for Captain Phoebus, I am commanded to bring it to his own hands.
GeHold your blades!Our quarrel is with only one of you this time!
There he is...!
Stop! This is my affair... and mine alone!
What do you mean by this outrage?
Do you think you can take our Esmeralda for your plaything?
Leave her alone...Or I'll slit your throat!
But I tell you, I love her!
...for my sake!
My placeis with my people. I do not belong here.
Keep to your own women!
Esmeralda, would you forsake me now? Did you not promise to be my bride?
I do not love you.
You nobles have lorded it over us and trampled on us...
but you can't do it forever.
Just when Phoebus had decided that life held no further interest...
Monsieur Phoebus de Chateauper could heal a broken heart before a last farewell,
(Let him come to Notre Dame.) His eve at Angelus. Esmeralda.
She save my life in the Court of Mirakels.
and you saved my life by bringing me this message.
Let me command this honor of the Prince of Poets.
She gave you the letter with her own hand?
Slowly it dawned on Clopin that he was losing Esmeralda.
As if the cursed aristocrats were not enough,
the girl now talks of taking the veil.
I will give myself to the Blessed Virgin... and She will give me peace!
What say you then? Half of the treasure of Notre Dame to you,
for the hand of Esmeralda in marriage.
See you, this gold that makes kings and keeps them on their thrones.
Gold, gold and steel! My people in the places of the mighty!
Strike quicjly, then, else the treasure may be gone.
The hour for an uprising is not yet!
There lacks the spark to make my people flame.
Angelus
Phoebus, it was only to see you once more... and say good-bye!
Dear heart, can you not see? I must give you up for your own sake,
for your future! Even your life itself!
You speak of trifles when Heaven itself is at stake!
By this scared emblem I plight my troth.
Again the King's justice...
Girl! Do you persist in denying that you stabbed Phoebus de Chateaupers?
Of course I deny it! How could I? I love him more than my own life!
It was he... He who stabbed Phoebus!
The girl is bewitched!
Put her to the question!
The 'question', the system of the Middle Ages to force confession.
Do you still deny...?
I do... I do love him! I love him!
I confess... I confess! I confess to anything you wish!
Through nights of delirium, Phoebus de Chateaupers wondered if...
the charge brought against Esmaralda was true, whether it was she who stabbed him.
Mr, the brother of the Arch-deacon inquires
the healt of Captain Phoebus.
The wench who stabbed you has confessed her crime. She has been ordered hanged.
I come to get Esmeralda.
She has been carried to prison by his Majesty's servants.
I'll get her if I have to tear down Notre Dame rock by rock.
you... in the robes of the Church!
only in these robes could I pass the prison-guard
Quick. come with me!
I'd rather die!
Phoebus died of his wound last night. promised him to save you.
Oh, Esmeralda, pity me! All I have done was for love of you!
Assassin!
Very well, then hang!
Suddenly the date of Esmeralda's execution was secretly set ahead,
and orders came to the bunchback to toll the death-knell.
For what poor soul he rang, he did not know.
When the great bell tolled like that,
all Paris knew some prisoner was on the way to execution.
Let me kill the gypsy! Her life for the life of my child!
Cursed gypsy! cursed... cursed!
My baby! My baby! save her, O God!
Requiescat in pace!
A pleasant diversion for the workmen who were repairing the Cathedral.
...and first appear on the steps of the Cathedral of Notre Dame...
there to do penance.
Sanctuary! Sanctuary!
Would you violate the sacred low of Sanctuary?
All Quasimodo knew was that this girl had once been kind to him.
My doughter, the law of Sanctuary protects you pending an appeal,
Until then, Mother Church will give you shelter and clothing
The night had brought a dreamless sleep.
Esmeralda's presence inspired Quasimodo
to express his wild joy in the only way he knew.
With plans all made for rescuing Esmeralda on her way to the gallows,
Clopin was awaiting the day that had been announced for the execution.
They feared an uprising to rescue Esmeralda.
To prevent bloodshed the King suddenly ordered her hanged today!
The hour has struck. They are about to surrender the maid to the pfficers of the King.
Hear me, you two-legged cattle, and I learn how to become man.
Were you not also born of women after the manner of Kings?
Long enough The aristocrats have treated us as sheep.
We'll show them... we are wolves.
Follow me to Notre Dame!
To arms! To arms! Rescue Esmeralda! Sake the City!
Ere dawn my people will live in the palaces of the aristocrats.
Clopin's call to arms reach all the hidden corners of Paris...
a kingdom was the stake.
To arms! To arms! Clopin who calls you!
Through all the man-made rat-holes beneath the ancient city.
Phoebus was recovered... but the wound in his heart still ached.
Clopin and his rabble have risen!
They've sworn to bring back Esmeralde! She's in thhe tower of Notre Dame!
Esmeralda! Alive!
Rouse the garrison!
Preparing a fiery baptism... MOLTEN LEAD!
To arms! To arms!
The hunchback has sent us a battering-ram!
My children, I would have set you free... Fight on! Fight on!
why do you struggle? You are mine, now!
Never! God will protect me!
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